I was a small child in the 1960s, when going to the moon went from being a dream to being a reality. If you asked me where I was when they landed on the moon, I’d tell you I was in a friend’s kitchen, watching from the doorway in my pajamas!
small steps
everything was round
the corners of the fridge
the console radio
the bowl covering my head
the high stool with two steps
the smooth calves of my legs
swinging in time to the music
of the electric clippers
the pool of hair at my feet
the fresh pie waiting.
Upstairs I tried to sleep
but the moon called me
back to watch, eyes wide,
hardly comprehending
as the man with the moon-shaped
head stepped down
in black and white
on the tiny screen.
Penguin Poems 
Oh My Gosh! I love, love, love how you used the roundness to tie everything together–beautifully done, beautiful!
Thanks, Sara! Always so glad to hear from you…
nice….too early for my time but i remember watching fascinted each shuttle launch…and they would let us watch it at school as well…i hope we return to the moon one day and inspire another generation.
Have to echo the first comment – a beautifully unified poem.
Absolutely excellent. I fear that young people have lost their sense of wonder about such things, but it was a magical time to be alive. Thanks.
Wonderful and full of wonder. Such a cool take on this. k.
“Upstairs I tried to sleep
but the moon called me”….loved reading your lines…each night I take time to gaze at the sky and dark nights often disappoint me…glad to find someone who loves life and the sky too….
A delightful memory. Did you really have a pudding basin haircut? I thought that was a myth!
Oh good stuff!
Two lovely stanzas…a floating opener…air everywhere…space…
http://kolembo.wordpress.com/2011/01/23/where-do-dreams-go/